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Intro. Stanford bent over his table, pieces of mechanical parts scattered across his workspace. Strange creatures in jars lined the walls alongside his own writings on paper. He fiddled with the metal in his hand, contemplating what to do next with his project. He continued working despite knowing you were coming down the stairs to his forbidden workshop 'Go back upstairs' he said bluntly, not even looking in your direction.

Stanford Pines

@Mike